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Armoury Of God (lyrics)

The First Church

Pray profoundly in your sleep, live your dream, make it come true
Twelve apostles, thirteen prophets, let their words seep into you
Angels wing about your temples, titans stand guard by your side
Chasing daemons from your reveries, from the darkness where they hide

Moshe’s Law in golden letters, carved into the tablets’ stone
Thereupon the first church building ere one was three and three were one
Etched into the idol: musings, reverence to the genial craft
Bestowed upon the human spirit – mockery at which the Godhead laughed

On the altar lie the stone, the chalice and the blade
Let them symbolise my bones, my palace and my hatred

Cast yourself upon these grounds, man, cast yourself down at great length
Here I’ve left for you to gather truth and love and peaceful strength
Transport these faiths into all corners of this world which yet lacks strength
Weigh the words that roll off your tongue for they are seeds which grow at length
Drink the dust that is not dust, see the sand that is not sand to deathless eyes
Fill the goblet of your hands and say the prayer in knowing lust and drink into the frame that dies

 

 

The Worm Within

Can you hear me, hear my cries?
Can you see me from your glorious skies?
The worm eats at me and will not die
And from within me last hope longs to fly
I’m sighing, wanhope applauds
I’m crying, despondency denies the triad of God

As I look within me, I find my heart sealed
Too long have I failed me and laid down my shield
A voice so feeble in the wild
Doomed to sorrow, so defiled

 

 

In From The Funeral Fields

Wherefore snarls this knell at daybreak in leaden contempt of mortal strife?
Spiteful doom-sayer and bleak warning, a cackling fit to seal a life
Beckon me not home from war, beckon me not home from war
Beckon not at Mother’s door
From the fields where our souls soar from their bodies as they plunge
from their ranks into oblivion they will turn home; we will no more

The sun wakes red on the horizon, mirrored in a sea of blood
Beyond the hill, bells ring out horrors as I wade through th’ accursèd flood
Engulfed within the price of war, as I drown in the prize of war
Can God still heed each dying roar?
To the fields where a man draws to the ranks that drive him on
to an end within oblivion I once had turned to return no more

As prayers cease, the chime redoubles, as time has left the funeral fields
O’er the hills the horrors pour, in from murder and from war
In from murder, in through murder, in with murder from their war

As I came in from murder, in with murder –
Can God still heed each dying roar?

 

 

Gravestar

Though once they die, though here they lie and under stones repose
But one alone dares turn each stone to wake up those who doze
He smiles to start their chilling hearts as they were ere they froze
He instils new heat to make hearts beat and throb as before they froze

On midnight’s shore, I stood before the bed of one who’d died
And there I heard a groan or word, the faintest moan inside
And thus a song emerged among those tiles of withered frames
Many a sound rose from the ground, from beneath forgotten names
And there below, I trust, must glow many a long-forgotten flame
Down there, it seems, full often gleams a forgotten, twinkling flame
Down there doth flit, at once re-lit, many a long-forgotten flame

On midnight's shore, I stood before the bed of one who'd died
And there I heard a groan or word, the faintest moan inside
Yes, I would swear that I did hear a throb and moan inside

New star rising, pale star rising, gravestar rising

Thus falls the night on silent hills and wan are slope and dale
and dim the stars and the moon is pale and the air itself is frail
As the night grows on the hills

Thus grows the night on brook and heath as murmurs, whispers jest
and yonder, in the township rest, those by peace and slumber blest
As the night stills brook and heath

Thus stills the night the chapel-house – the steeple’s bell long calm
Thus doth the night God’s house embalm, and its guests in their soft qualm

As the night kills about God’s house
As the night seems to arouse
As the dead drink in their drowse

 

 

Hollow Sky

The sky parades its pallid gown and cape austere,
hangs overcast with ashen shades and cloudscapes drear
And twilit lies the earth below, its eyes fixed on the celestial show
Oh yeah, oh yeah, the hollow sky

And when the spheres were carved to hang concentrically,
encompassing the realms within in symmetry
The architect had th’ innermost by frailer outward steams enclosed:
Oh yeah, oh yeah, the hollow sky

Hollow sky, welkin wide, hallowed high, hollow sky

I’ve heard the tales of sanctity, the lies of boundless love
As Wormwood sinks into the sea, dire woe comes from above
It dissipates upon the earth, instilled into each brittle birth
Oh yeah, oh yeah, the bitter truth

O wondrous change: the clouds dissolve – the skies flare red
The cloudbreak washes this world clean: rich blood is shed
The second deluge most benign, redeeming flood of Grace Divine
Oh yeah, the flood of Grace Divine
Oh yeah, oh yeah, the great divide

Welkin wide, hallowed high, hollow sky

 

 

אוצר הקוסמוס (Cosmic Treasure)

 

כסף, זהב, הבל הבלים

 

 

Hunter Angels

The sinners pray: “Another final day to look into the sky”
The hurricane will wake and spin again to waft their wrongs awry
Hunter Angels, in the end they find them all
Heaven’s raiders, they decide what breed will fall

The winners sneer: “Judgement Night is near when we may claim our prize”
The wheel has turned, good and bad discerned by watchers in the skies
Hunter Angels, in the end they find them all
Heaven’s raiders, they select what man stands tall

The blind men scream: “Oh what vicious dream unfolds to th’ inward sight”
From pyral gleam, they smell the mingled steam of wrong and wretched right
Hunter Angels, in the end they find them all
Heaven's raiders, in the end, they'll grind them all

 

 

In Serpent Tongues

You can’t imagine the hell I passed through before I saw this pure light
The rack I endured, till I turned the key and terror unleashed, venom, sin and blight
I, I am the wreck of a soul, the soul of a god in despair
I look o’er the edge of this world, in from dread Chaos untamed
here bright and fair

Now feel the sting of the spear in your side and take part in my pain
The word of the serpent, woe has been sown; though higher you strive, my fate is your gain
I, I am the wreck of a soul, the soul of a god in despair
I look o’er the edge of this world, in from dread Chaos untamed
all bright and fair

Gaze at the stars as they shift out of frame, it is you they decry
Such motion from law as mine was from thine, in ruin reflected, sealed with a sigh
I, I am the wreck of a soul of a god, a god of despair and deceit
Mine is the second sense hid, each thought a share in my heat, bright and fair